When I was 16, I worked at Canada's Wonderland , the amusement park here in Toronto. I worked a bunch of the food stands/booths; booths where you bought slushies or snow cones or ice cream, and even a few popcorn booths. Those days were so slow; imagine 8 hours standing at a booth selling people shit. Man, I don't know how I did it. There were a few games that I played by myself to pass the time. One such game was to do my best to not look at my watch, and see how long I could last (I don't think I did better than 3 hours at my best even though it felt like 8). Another one I tried was to see how long I could fall asleep for before getting caught (I had sunglasses on to avert any attention). I was never caught, but the naps were no longer than 10 minutes at the most. And of course I'd oggle the tightly-clad teens whenever they'd pass by. The best was when... wait... I'm not gonna tell that story. Hey I was 16, I was raging with hormones. Ahhh, the memo...